The pale sunlight hid behind layers of clouds and mist, and the setting sun dyed the entire sky a fiery red. Its rays reflected onto the earth, as if smeared with blood, while at the opposite end of the earth, darkness approached, like a giant beast slowly devouring human territories.
The noise on the theater square continued unabated. Under the deliberate manipulation of certain forces, conflicts in the peripheral areas grew increasingly intense, yet more prevalent was the pious sound of prayer, which surged like waves, crashing and tumbling, while countless candle flames piled up around, and the melted wax covered the ground like congealed blood.
The Royal Ingwig Orchestra had already taken their place within the Yega Grand Theater, and all the audience members had long been seated. Renette stood on the stage, energized like never before, his face illuminated by the spotlight with an irrepressible smile.
